The Marques of Sorrow; Range Rover Lse
Byline: ZOG ZIEGLER
INCREDIBLY, the Range Rover is coming up to 32 years of age. Now, whichever way your prejudicial mop may flop, you cannot deny the Solihull stonker's success - albeit against all odds.
What started out as a comfy Land Rover of brilliant basic design soon morphed into the style statement, fashion icon or city utility that we have come to know - and love? - today.
Such was the success of the MKl Range Rover that they punted it out for a quarter of a century. I don't imagine for a squilly-second that even the most optimistic Range Rover worker ever imagined such longevity, especially given the odds against it.
Even the low-selling basic spec models had a lot of stuff thrown in, entirely free of charge.
I refer, of course, to the myriad of bijou problemettes that came as part of the entire ownership enchilada. The standards of detail were, frankly, the stuff of risibility. Oh, the little maddening details that should, on a car that by now was being produced as a Mercedes S Class alternative, have been so spot on.
Often it was no more than bits of trim dropping into one's lap or the glovebox opening uninvited - minor quibbles for a tractor that became a luxury icon.
Mind you, the above paled into insignificance when, for the battle of inconvenience, came the Range Rover's real stumbling block - the electrics.
Come on, in the grand scheme of things a rear view mirror falling to the floor for the 20th time is nothing compared to being stranded on an icy hard shoulder at midnight. …